Disclaimer - I so don't own any of the people used in here. Mainly Brooke and Haley (Bethany/Sophia), but boy do I wish I did! I just borrow them for a little bit and then put them back, hoping no one notices which in turn makes me not sued! Sound like a plausable excuse...hope it works.
A/N - Looks at last update, date. Whoa, that long really? Apologising seems kinda lame...I mean keeping you waiting that long was totally wrong of me...but I'm gonna apologise anyway. I'm so very, totally sorry! I never planned on making you wait that long, so sorry! If I can pass the blame on anyone, I blame writers block! I couldn't write and then it like hit me...and volia...here it is! So I'm gonna stop with the babble and let you read! So read!
Chapter 16 – Oh, Woe is Me, Myself and I
If this silence was going to last any longer, she was sure she was going to scream. Silence did not bode well for her. Silence meant disaster. There was no outcome where silence had a positive result. She was going to be another victim to this deathly silence. A victim of silence? How many people had silence claimed anyway? Maybe she would be the first...maybe not.
They were both just staring at each other. One blinking, one the master of un-blinking-ness, if you will. Had this really become what they were reduced to? She remembered a time, not so long ago – days ago actually – where they were so together that they were almost one. How things change in a blink of an eye, she mused to herself. All she wanted was answers, was that too much to ask? That didn't seem likely though, so she would just have to stay in the dark no matter how much she hated it.
She didn't know how long they had been in the positions they were in, but it felt like years. Like a statue of some important figure that everyone and anyone paid respect too. Of course she was exaggerating, because it hadn't been years – hours maybe, but not years. Time wise she was clueless, but she did know that her body hurt. Hurt so much, that moving caused little shooting pains all over her body, like little explosions, exploding underneath her skin.
Yet, she needed to move – so she did. Pacing was a more accurate word to describe what she was actually doing. Back and forth, to and fro, up and down, backwards and forwards. She was a one woman pacing machine - much like she had earlier, though she tried not to think of that, it wasn't a good memory. Blanking it out, she had to question the word order of back and forth. Didn't one have to go forth to go backwards? In any logical world, it was the only logic there was, stated in countless books – basically it was a well known fact. Yes, she was aware of how nerdy she was. She wasn't naive to the fact that she was a part-time nerd. So she liked...ok, loved to read and take in facts that boosted her knowledge. What was the world population gonna do – sue her? Suing her wouldn't suddenly result in the suer become rich beyond their wildest dreams – she was far from rich and all she had was a broken heart. If that's what they wanted they could gladly take it - she welcomed them to take it, if it took all the hurt away.
Sighing, she came to a sudden stop, throwing her body forward a little at the unexpected-ness of the movement. Pacing wasn't doing any good; she was just wearing out the carpet below her. She noticed then, that even thought she had gone all out pacing, they had stayed stock still, a complete opposite to herself. Narrowing her eyes, she glared their way and headed straight to the window.
She didn't know what was up with the weather, but it was pouring down. It hit the road outside so hard that she was sure it was bouncing right back up towards the sky. Her hand reached out and touched the glass of the window, right then, in that instant she envied the rain, wished she could be a single rain drop, so that she could be washed away. Just to disappear. Yeah, that sounded good. But she knew that would never happen. She was a realist after all.
Right at this moment all she wanted to do was escape. Spread her wings and fly, sore up into the clouds above and get lost in the endless sea of white. Closing her eyes she pictured doing just that, and for that minuscule amount of time it took to breath in and out, she was there, high above looking at the mess of the world below. She didn't care, the weight of the world wasn't on her shoulders anymore, her problems weren't important, her life was stress free and her heart was whole.
But often with dreams, you wake up, and she was no different. She found herself falling, picking up speed as she went, crashing back into consciousness, her eyes opening with a snap. Ah, cruel reality.
Sighing she move forward, and let her body fall onto her bed, she didn't know what she was going to do with Brooke. Their meeting at Karen's Cafe was...strained, towards the end. Looking over at the only other occupant of her room, she reached over and picked him up. Her faithful Mr. Waffles.
"Why don't you answer me, anymore?" She asked miserably. "I remember not so long ago, you told me the answer to everything." she paused and thought back to when it last was. "Ok, so maybe it was a little while longer than I thought. But I need your help." Haley begged. "Tell me what to do. Please?"
She knew it was hopeless, stuffed teddies didn't usually talk back. She wasn't crazy she knew that. She just needed answers. But he had helped her in a way, she had got home and just vented until she could vent no more. She needed someone to listen much more than she needed answers. "Thank you, Mr. Waffles."
The answers she had to figure out herself.
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She could hear her parents move about, making noise in the usually silent house. She had come home, and they were just there. No forewarning or anything. They had just appeared, like unwanted guests, because when she looked at it that's what they were. Guests. This home, her home, was just a stopping place for them to recollect their bearings, look down on her and leave in the night. They would be gone in the morning, she was sure of that. They never stayed longer than a day. A rustle in the night and she would wake up to an empty house. No goodbye. No, I miss you or I love you. Just a void of emptiness.
No doubt, her mother would comment of her appearance. She had to admit she wasn't looking her best. A pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt that was two sizes too big for her wasn't the best look she had ever showed off to the world. But at this moment she didn't care who was looking her way, she was hurting and she didn't care about make-up and fashion labels or anything in her life that wasn't Haley James.
She sat on her chair, in the living room of her house, lost in thought and with a notepad in her lap. The blank page in front of her was mocking her in its own special way. She had so much she wanted to say, to write but it just wasn't working. It was as if there was an invisible block preventing her from doing so. This was her niche – writing. The one thing she found she actually excelled at. Of course she kept it to herself. She didn't want to find out that she was actually bad at it. But sharing it with Haley...she'd take that chance.
Closing her eyes, she pictured her life. The cheerleaders. Peyton. Lucas. Everyone who wanted to be her. Everyone who hated her for who she was. The teachers who looked down on her, because she was failing their class. Her mother. Her father. People who judged her. People, who loved her, yet didn't know her.
'Check out Brooke Davis man. How I'd love to tap that ass.' 'Oh my God, she's so superficial.' 'Brooke sweetie, if you ever want to get ahead in life, you have to take care of your appearance.' 'Ho's over Bro's.' 'Brooke, I'm sorry.' 'We didn't mean to hurt you.' 'Look we didn't plan any of this. It just happened.' 'She's so stupid.' 'I wish I was just like her.' 'Brooke you're failing maths.'
Their voices blended together, invading her mind. Scathing. Critical. Stinging. Scrutinizing. Gawking. Gaping. Screwing her eyes shut tighter, until all she could see were blinding spots that meshed together. One face was left in the aftermath. Haley. That didn't surprise her.
'Did she just call me Haley?' 'Brooke Davis! In my room? To what do I owe the pleasure of having your company?' 'My Knightess in shining Gucci, huh?' 'Brooke, I...I need your help.' 'Tigger.' 'Why do I get the feeling that I'm not going to like what you're about to say?'
She hadn't even realised she had started writing. The words flowed onto the page, her messy writing leaving behind a message she was so desperate for Haley to hear...or read as it appeared to be. Her thoughts and feelings just poured onto the paper, like water falling into an endless bucket.
Before she knew it, her hand ached and the once blank page before her was no longer mocking. It was filled by countless words, in all shapes and forms. Her feelings were laid out before her, scrawled across the paper, for the world to see. She re-read it, making sure it made sense, before snapping the book before her shut.
Stretching, she listened as her bones cracked; releasing the tension she had built. Getting up, she headed to her bedroom. She was gonna deliver the letter today. Post it through Haley's letterbox and run away. Why? Because, she didn't know whether she could take seeing the look in Haley's eyes again. They gave her no hope what so ever. She had to make it right. She hadn't at the cafe that was for sure.
"Haley?" Brooke spoke, her voice hardly above a whisper. She was right, her voice did sound scratchy, most likely because that had been her first word, after she had left Haley at lunch. She watched Haley's head snap up, almost at a violent speed, finally realising who was in the cafe with her. Does she look hopeful, or am I just crazy? I'm just crazy, cause that looks like a pissed look in her eyes now. Damn it!
"Brooke?"
And with that one word, there really was no telling what their future held before them, with each other or with no one but themselves.
You have to talk you do know that right? Lips moving, words coming out…you know the universal way that is called speaking? "Uh…I…uh…" Brooke stuttered, sighing at her sudden muteness. "So I realised I was a complete freaking idiot to let you go like that."
"Yeah, well I really loved getting dropped like yesterdays trash, can we do it all over again – maybe it'll hurt less this time!" Haley snapped, the last thing she had expected to see was Brooke, and there she stood in front of her. If she reached out, she could touch her. Seeing her standing there though, just brought back all that she had been feeling. Could she deal with this right now?
"Haley, I'm sorry," Brooke began.
"You're sorry? You run away from me, you actually run away from me without the slightest inclination as to why, and you suddenly appear and say you're sorry?" Haley asked her disbelievingly. "Well I'm 'sorry' Brooke, but you can't just say you're sorry and have everything be ok….it doesn't work that way." she finished; turning away walking back towards where she had came from.
"Haley, wait!" Brooke called out, hurrying to catch her, she reached out stopping Haley by grabbing her arm. "You don't…you can't...I had…I never…" Brooke stuttered out much like she had previously. Why can't I ever just say what I want to say, damn it! Brooke raged at herself. This is Haley! Haley-oh-my-freaking-god-I'm-crazy-about-you-James, get you act together Brooke Davis and get your girl back! Steeling herself, she let out a breath and looked at Haley. "Believe it or not, leaving you like that was the 'last' thing I ever wanted to do." Brooke let her know.
"You could have fooled me, you looked like a pro. Dodging all those students so, I couldn't catch up. Really Brooke, it was a masterful art form. If I wasn't so confused at the time, I'd have been in awe."
"I deserve that, and a heck of a lot more, I know that." Brooke surmised. "But I thought it was for the best…I didn't realize that it was nothing but a stupid ass mistake. Though seeing as I'm so prone to making then, I really should have seen it coming." she told Haley, with a humourless smile.
"So what you had an epiphany and you want to make things right?" Haley asked.
"Not so much an epiphany as a moment of clarity. I don't know if they're the same thing or not, but I don't really care. But I do want to make things right with you Haley."
"How can you make it right?"
Scrunching her eyebrows together, Brooke looked puzzled. "I, ah, hadn't figured that out actually." she faltered. "I didn't have this big plan Haley. I don't have this grand gesture or pretty words that will win you back. I'm just me, and I know that it's not much, but I do have an explanation."
"An explanation?" Haley repeated, looking dubious. "Well, let's hear it."
Whoa, she's giving me a chance. Don't blow it Brooke! "Nathan." Well jeez, if that wasn't just the lame-ass-tastic explanation ever! When I say the words don't and blow it, what exactly do you interpret that to mean? If I was someone else, I'd so be slapping you right now!
Scoffing Haley turned away from Brooke and started walking away from her. That was her excuse? Nathan? Wait, why Nathan? Stopping, she turned back around, noticing Brooke less than enthused reaction to her own reaction to her 'explanation'. "What do you mean Nathan?" she asked her confusion perfectly clear on her face.
Sighing Brooke looked at Haley, really looked at her. Why is it, when I'm around you I make the most un-sense ever? Oh, that sounds like a good opening! Say that to her! What? And sound like a complete idiot? And that's different from now, why? Hmm, good point. "Haley…why is it, when I'm around you I make the most un-sense ever?" Brooke repeated her thoughts. "I mean when I was with anyone else I had no problem you know, speaking! But with you, god you just make me crazy! Not that, that's a bad thing," she backtracked. "Do you have this spell over me or something? I swear you have something over me…or maybe I'm so caught up in the amazing-ness that is you, that all my senses just refuse to work because they'd be hopelessly defeated trying to fight you."
"I thought you didn't have pretty words." Haley pointed out. I swear if she says anything else, I might just cave and let this all be water under the bridge….damn she has the same effect on me that I have on her! Ok, Haley! Be strong, you can fight this mystical Brooke power! You can be immune to it!
"I really don't Haley," Brooke told her truthfully. "If anything you just make them pour out. I'm helpless when it comes to you. Your touches, your kisses….just you in general," she explained, walking closer. "I mean, I don't know when it happened….but, damn it Haley look at what you do to me!" Brooke vented. "The Brooke Davis of then, would 'never' and I mean 'never' come here and try to explain why she was a complete ass, and pray that you take her back, because without you she's nothing but a empty shell, because she's seen what it's like to be with you and the prospect of being without you, scares her more than anything she could possibly think of."
Brooke babble was in full force and Haley swore that was all part of the Brooke charm. "I'm meant to be mad at you." Haley pointed out with a sigh.
"Meant to?" Brooke repeated, looking hopeful.
"I don't think my brain functions properly when you're around…mush is pretty much all it ever is."
"Ditto, either that or as you just saw my mouth runs off on a tangent of its very own." Brooke pointed out, moving closer. "I tried you know, to keep you out of my head. I didn't work. It really didn't work; every thought was of you, telling me to make it right, craving your lips, wanting to hold you. I don't think I could have lasted another day without being with you...seeing you." Brooke explained, reaching for Haley's hand, entwining their fingers. Sighing happily, Brooke could not stop the smile that came over her face. This is how it should be. Haley and I together. Life makes sense that way. Damn Brooke, you sure do get sappy around this girl don't you? It's Haley, wouldn't you? Totally, I'd be crazy otherwise. "I missed you." Brooke whispered, leaning closer. She never stopped feeling the nervousness and anticipation each time she kissed Haley, this time was no different. Butterflies; check. Slightly sweaty hands; check. Dizziness; double check.
Haley's breath hitched. She didn't know why, it wasn't her first time kissing Brooke. There was no stray pancake batter involved which led up to their very first kiss, and yet she couldn't stop the shaking that involuntary came upon her each time Brooke touched her. Right on queue, she felt her knees go weak. And as cliché as it was, she knew she could set her watch to that happening each time she was about to kiss Brooke. It wasn't a bad thing, she supposed if she didn't feel it, then that would mean she had grown tired of Brooke…and that just couldn't be possible. It was a simple impossibility. Like Nathan Scott being a pillar of society. Nathan…what had Brooke said about Nathan again?
Seconds before she was asking that very question, Brooke's lips touched hers and anything she was thinking got lost in a haze. Pulling Brooke to her, Haley clung to her hungrily, craving Brooke like she craved air, only she wanted Brooke more. Nipping at Brooke's bottom lip, she tugged on it till Brooke opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into her own. They meshed together each doing the others opposite. Sighing into the kiss, Haley couldn't help the feeling that washed over her. It was like a rush of calmness had settled within her making her feel like everything in right in the world…well the world that consisted or her and Brooke.
Brooke was sure she'd died and gone to heaven or at the very most, she was dreaming, but smiling she knew it was real. The way Haley's nails grazed down her back pulling her as close as she could be, was one of the many facts that made it true. Their mouths fused together attacking each other urgently, making up for lost time. Her hands traced over Haley's body, memorizing each and every part of it, lingering at parts she knew would drive Haley crazy. Moaning into the kiss, she never wanted this to end. It was her forever perfect moment.
Pulling back, Brooke rested her head on Haley's, smiling at her as she noticed she still her eyes closed.
"Nathan?"
Ok…what now? Nathan? Nathan? Excuse me…Nathan! "Huh?"
"Nathan." Haley repeated. "Why was he your explanation?" Haley wondered, staring at Brooke.
Phew! Ok, I was over reacting! Why was Nathan my explanation? Well because he found….Brooke, out loud! No speak in the head! She can't hear! "He knew about us Haley." Brooke told her.
"What?" Haley asked in shock. He knows! What the hell? How?
"He knows about us Haley. He saw us kissing, it was a pretty big give away." Brooke explained. "He caught up to me at lunch and proceeded to tell me, that if I didn't stop seeing you, then he was going to make your life hell. He was going to hurt you so much more that he had." She spoke, with a sigh. She really didn't want to re-live that conversation, at all, ever again.
"He told you, so you did it?" Haley asked disbelievingly.
"I had to."
"Bullshit Brooke!" Haley snapped angrily, surprising Brooke. Rarely did Haley ever use swear words. "You didn't have to do jack! You could have told him to go to hell and came back to me. But no, not the mighty Brooke Davis, whose reputation might be compromised, if it's found out that she dated a girl!"
"Haley it isn't like that!" Brooke said, defending herself. "I didn't want you to get hurt! He threatened you I wasn't going to be the cause of why you got another beating at the hands of him!"
"Well that's mighty big of you Brooke! My saviour! But don't you think," Haley began through gritted teeth. "That I might like a choice in, oh I don't know, my life!" Throwing her hands up in the air she began to pace. "He's already done it before Brooke. What in the world do you think will stop him again? You leaving me? Sure, that might make it less of a challenge." she finished bitterly.
"I was trying to protect you. You didn't see him; you don't know what he was like."
"Brooke I don't need protecting anymore! I needed you, and you 'left' me because he told you so? Do you know how much more pain I felt because of that, than anytime Nathan ever touched me in anger?" Haley ground out.
"Haley, I…" Brooke started; this was not how it was meant to happen!
"No Brooke," Haley spoke, looking at her; her eyes full of anger. "If all it took to let me go was Nathan telling you to, then I mustn't mean all that much to you, so just go. I really don't want to see you right now."
"Haley, don't!" Brooke protested.
"Just leave." Haley told her, turning around and walking away. Brooke reached for her again, trying to stop her. Her hand caught Haley's arm, but that didn't stop her, Haley just pulled out of her grasp and disappeared, leaving Brooke standing alone.
She had got in to her car and now here she was, taking a breath, she looked in front of her - Haley's front door. The letter lay limp in her hand, an envelope covering it, shielding the words from any prying eyes. Reaching forward she lifted up the letterbox silently letting the letter fall through it and land on the floor. Dropping the letterbox, she about turned on her heel and rushed back to her car. So would call her actions as being chicken, but Brooke Davis was anything but chicken. She was delaying the inevitable, dragging out time from as long as she could. That wasn't being chicken, that was strategic reasoning…or at least that's what she told herself it was.
She started her car, put her foot down on the gas pedal and drove away, not once looking back. Maybe she should have, maybe she should have stayed, but it was already too late for that and she couldn't turn around and go back. Instead she kept on driving, all around town, lost in thoughts and memories. Only when she noticed she was low on gas, was when she drove home.
The house was empty, her parents had left earlier than she had expected. The house was silent again. Flinging her house and car keys onto the table as she passed it, she walked to the chair where she had sat earlier and, well sat on it again. Now she was just waiting.
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She had the whole house to herself, Taylor and Peyton had got together to hang out. That was an unlikely friendship, she never saw coming. Peyton seemed to be spending more time with Taylor than she had been with Lucas, maybe they were secretly seeing each other! Haley had to laugh at that, it was amusing. Taylor just had this magnetic pull that had everyone around her wanting to hang with her. Apparently Peyton was no different.
Coming down the stairs she was on the way to kitchen when she noticed something on the floor. Pausing, she went over to it and picked it up. An envelope, no name, no nothing. Shruging to herself, she continued her walk to the kitchen. Dropping the letter onto the counter she made her way over to fridge and opened it, looking for something to eat. There was a lot of stuff, the fridge was full, but she knew what she wanted. The only thing that was worthy of eating; Mac and Cheese. Smiling she got everything ready.
Now she was bored. Watching Mac and Cheese cooking…well it wasn't the most exciting thing in the world. Looking around the kitchen she wondered what would keep her occupied. There were dirty dishes to be washed, she could do that…but she was bored, she just wasn't that bored. Oh, radio! Walking over to the kitchen radio, Haley turned it on, music flooded her ears and she felt compelled to dance along to it. Letting her mind forget everything that had happen she danced around the kitchen counter. It felt freeing, letting her hair down.
"You're listening to 97 THZ, I'm your host Mel Walker, I hope you're enjoying the songs we're choosing and dancing along with us!" The radio DJ, spoke out into Haley's kitchen unexpectedly, making her jump and back into the kitchen counter.
"Damn it," Haley cursed, watching as the envelope she had brought into the kitchen float across the floor. "Jeez Taylor, next time pick up your own damn mail!"
Walking over to it she picked it up again. Who would just post a letter through a door, without a damn name on it? Maybe Taylor dropped it and forgot about it? Maybe someone thought they put the name on it, but didn't check? Maybe it's for you?
That thought stopped her. It could be for her…but what if she opened it and it was for Taylor? Then Taylor would have to deal, it wasn't like Tay had never opened her mail by mistake. Walking back over to the counter she gave one last check on her Mac and Cheese and sat at opening the letter. She pulled the letter out and just as she went to read it she heard a crash from the front door. "What the hell?" she muttered, dropping the letter onto the kitchen top, heading to see what was causing the noise.
"Haley!" Taylor greeted her, laughing.
"Yeah Haley!" Peyton repeated, laughing along with Taylor.
"Stop copying me dude! You copier person you!" Taylor chasted.
"I am so not a copier! I'm a follower!" Peyton pointed out proudly, and then re-thought what she had said. "No…wait…hang on! I didn't mean follower! I meant…I meant…groupie?" she finished, causing Taylor to fall to her knee laughing loudly.
"Duuuude," Taylor drew out. "Follower, groupie…same thing!"
"Oh."
"Are you both drunk?" Haley asked highly amused.
"Uhhhh," Peyton giggled. "Maybe just the tiniest little bit! But I swear, we did absolutely not, never not, of the neverset, notest, accidentally run over Mrs. Lampson's garden gnome! We swear!"
"Peyton, shhhh!" Taylor told her, with wide eyes. "You weren't supposed to tell!"
"Oh yeah!"
"Guys seriously, you need to like go…I don't know…sleep or something!" Haley told them laughing.
"Uh, me thinks sooo!" Taylor agreed, grabbing her head. "My head is bad."
"Mine's to!" Peyton agreed. "Freaky!"
"Ok, you guys go sleep this off, and Tay when you wake up, there's a letter for you on the kitchen counter." Haley told her walking off towards the kitchen.
"Uh, no Haley's," Taylor shouted through to her sister. "I's gots the mail today! Bills! All bills!" she finished, getting to her. "Come on Peyt, up!" she instructed, pulling her friend to her feet. "Bed."
"Ooh, I love it when you get all aggressive." Peyton joked.
Laughing, Taylor made her way to the stairs. "Don't you just!" she joked back, missing the step. "Opppps, watch Blondie! Bad step! Came outta nowhere!"
Back in the kitchen, after turning off her Mac and Cheese, Haley picked the letter back up, if it wasn't for Taylor, then it had to be for her. Sighing, she opened it up and recognised the writing straight away. Brooke. Brooke had sent it? Brooke had came here and dropped it off? Oh, yeah like that's what's important here Haley! Read the damn thing!
So she did.
Haley,
I'm sitting here, and I've been staring at a blank page for longer than I expected to. See, I thought writing my feelings on paper would be easier. But it's not. When it comes to you, nothing is easier. Not that I mind, easier isn't worth fighting for, you are. You said that if I gave you up because Nathan told me to, then you obviously didn't mean anything to me. That is far from any and every truth I have ever known. You mean the world to me. I just thought I was protecting you, that letting you go, would keep you safe. I was wrong, I admit it. It was a moment of insanity. We all have them, I'm not perfect.
You're my addiction, did you know that? I'm powerless to stop you invading my senses. How can I give you up when you're my every thing? Do you know that when your lips touch my own it's like I'm floating on air and my heart constricts in a wonderful way. Your touches cause an intake of breath, sharp and slow, long and heavy. Contradicting. Always your way, not that I mind. Like I said you're my addiction and I myself merely an addict. I don't need help though, nor do I want any. All I need is you, feeding it, making me more dependent. Don't for one moment think of this as a bad thing, it's not. It's wonderful – mind blowing. Mine.
You're the only person who has ever given me that crazy, tingly overwhelming feeling in the pit of my stomach. Every time I see you it hits me like a wave hitting the shore. Powerful and never ending.
I hope I at least convey a little of what I feel for you in this letter Haley, I have so many other things I want to let you know. That snuck up on me, but writing them on paper wouldn't justify them. There's the face to face things that are important and need to be spoken.
Granted, this letter might not make a whole lot of difference. But it's worth a try right?
I'll be here waiting,
Yours forever,
Brooke.
Haley was dumbfounded, speechless really. She never expected that. Brooke had a way with words, and those words were directed at her. Folding the letter carefully, she stood up in a daze she started walking, paying no attention where her feet lead her. She couldn't ignore the letter; she wasn't going to ignore the letter. Brooke meant to much to her and apparently the same was true with Brooke about her.
Realising where her feet were taking her, she quicken her pace until she was almost jogging…she didn't want to look like a fool and do a full out run. Ah, to hell with it! With that thought in mind, Haley's jogging picked up an even quicker pace and there it was; Brooke's house.
Walking up to the door she rapidly knocked on the door. C'mon Brooke, answer the damn door! Answer, answer, answer, answer, answ… "Brooke."
"Hal…" Brooke managed to get out, before Haley leapt on her attacking her mouth, cheek, neck…any part of her with her own mouth. Moving them inside, Haley slammed the door shut behind them, before kissing Brooke again. Her hand traced Brooke's face, marvelling at its softness, sighing into the kiss, she realised this was where she always wanted to be. With Brooke. Screw Nathan and everyone else. Pulling back she looked at Brooke and couldn't stop the smile forming on her face. Realising then, that when every time Brooke was around her, her heart got quicker and quicker till it was racing. That had never happened to her before. So, that's what it felt like? That's what it was.
"I love you."
End of chapter 16.
Well, there you have it! After a whole four months and a bit I think...we get a happy ending...or is it? I mean we all know Brooke is 'addicted' to Haley...but does she love her? Will she screw it up? Will she laugh in Haley's face? Orrr will she tell Haley that she loves her to?
Tune in for the next update...whenever that maybe.
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